Thanks for the laughs, Jim.
Some time ago, right after my wife and I had a big spat, I beat a fast retreat to my basement workshop to change a set of tires. All went well with the first tire but the second tire exploded like a shotgun blast. Geez it about blew the wax out of my ears. My wife came flying down the steps thinking I had killed myself.
Hell, I don't even own a gun, nor would I know which end was which, if I did.
She even got a chuckle out of that and the fight was over.
Trackstands? Never tried one but I'm cheering for you.